Cheyenne watched him disrobe and sidle up close, eyes mostly guarded. She did have her pride, but a lot of it was in place to keep her from being treated as badly as she'd been treated in the past. Now her pack, what was left of it, had found that Vegas welcomed them with open arms. Even her mother was finding a place here. Before, Cheyenne had been firmly convinced of skulking back to the trailer park when it was all over, or even leaving entirely moving on to some other, less Davis-y location.
Now? Things were very different. She was curled up with Davis instead of her mother. Her boys were in school, and she was pretty much decided on what was happening once the pups were born. There was still the matter of her eldest, but they'd been driven pretty far off and away from the city. For now. They were Ryder's, was the thing. Ryder's that were very nearly a chip off Aitan's block. They'd be back, and they'd have to be dealt with the only way you could deal with a Ryder.
But she didn't want to think about it, looking up into Skyler's face.
"We gonna fuck're what, Davis?" she asked cheekily, as though she hadn't been the one to delay the entire reason she'd asked him to stay home in the first place. Sometime soon, she knew, something would give and she'd tell him about all the cards she had hugged close to her vest. For now, when things were quiet and calm, she'd stick to what she knew.